No baseball pitcher would be worth a darn without a catcher who could handle the hot fastball.
quote by Casey Stengel
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Dream Catcher
Dream catcher a little device
Dream catcher I see your surprise
Dream catcher wake me up
Dream catcher don't be rough
Dream catcher gives me its hand
Dream catcher takes me to the sand
Dream catcher takes my dreams
Dream catcher sends me back to sleep
Dream catcher so beautiful
Dream catcher my only hope
Dream catcher can't you see
I'm in your world
Come and catch me.
poem by Kimberley Waldron
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Too Darn Hot
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
Id like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight.
Id like to sup with my baby tonight,
Fulfill the cup with my baby tonight,
But I aint up to my baby tonight,
cause its too darn hot.
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
Id like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
Id like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But sister youll fight my baby tonight
cause its too darn hot.
Its too darn hot,
According to the latest report
Evry average girl you know
Much prefers her lovely doggie to court
When the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes way up
And the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister adam
For his madam.
Is not,
cause its too, too
Too darn hot,
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
Boys:
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
Its too darn hot.
Hot, hot, hot, hot...
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The good rising fastball is the best pitch in baseball.
quote by Tom Seaver
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The reason I think I'm a good pitcher is I locate my fastball and I change speeds. Period. That's what you do to pitch. That's what pitchers have to do to win games.
quote by Greg Maddux
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The Conversation of Dreamers
Dream thrower, dream thrower,
Throw me a dream,
Please make it good,
Like strawberries and cream.
Dream catcher, dream catcher,
Make me a wish,
Please make it tasty,
Just throw me the dish.
Dream thrower, dream thrower,
Look in my heart,
Just find what you need,
That would be a start.
Dream catcher, dream catcher,
I wish that I could,
Please don’t assume,
Don’t tell me I should.
Dream thrower, dream thrower,
I did not know,
I thought you could tell,
That’s where ideas grow.
Dream catcher, dream catcher,
Please tell me more,
I want to see that,
I truly implore.
Dream thrower, dream thrower,
Just take a peek,
At all in my heart,
You’ll find what you seek.
Dream catcher, dream catcher,
Oh, now I see!
I’ll conjure you something,
That fills you with glee!
Dream thrower, dream thrower,
Thank you my dear,
Now I can sleep,
I’m glad you were near.
Dream catcher, dream catcher,
Dream ‘till content,
It costs you nothing,
Not even a cent.
poem by Aisha Sherazi
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Darn That Dream
Jimmy van heusen / edgar de lange
Darn that dream
I dream each night
You say you love me and hold me tight
But when I awake and youre out of sight
Oh, darn that dream
Darn your lips and darn your eyes
They lift me high above the moonlit sky
Then I tumble out of paradise
Oh, darn that dream
Darn that one track mind of mine
It cant understand that you dont care
Just to change the mood Im in
Id welcome a nice old nightmare
Darn that dream
And bless it too
Without that dream I never have you
But it haunts me and it wont come true
Oh, darn that dream
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Too Darn Hot
Its too darn hot
Its too darn hot
Id like to sup
With my baby tonight
Refill the cup
With my baby tonight
Id like to sup
With my baby tonight
Refill the cup
With my baby tonight
But brother youll find
My baby tonight
Cause its too darn hot
I call into
The kinsey report
Every average man, you know
He much prefers
His lovey-dovey to court
When the temperature is low
Cause when the thermometer
Goes way up
And the weather is sizzling hot
Mr. pants for romance
A g.i. for his cutie-pie
A marine for his queen is not
Cause its too, too
Too darn hot
Its too darn hot
Its too darn hot
Its too darn hot
Its too
Darn
Hot
song performed by by Jewel
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Too Darn Hot
(c. porter)
Its too darn hot.
Its too darn hot.
I like to sup with my baby tonight,
Refill the cup with my baby tonight.
I like to sup with my baby tonight,
Refill the cup with my baby tonight.
But I aint up to my baby tonight,
cause its too darn hot.
Its too darn hot.
Its just too darn hot.
I like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But brother you fight my baby tonight,
cause its too darn hot.
According to the kinsey report,
Every average man you know
Much prefers his lovey dovey to court,
When the temperature is low.
But when the thermometer goes way up,
And the weather is sizzling hot.
Mr. pants for romance is not!
Because its too darn hot. (too hot!)
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
Oh, its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot.
I like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
I like to coo with my baby tonight,
And pitch the woo with my baby tonight.
But brother you fight my baby tonight,
cause its too darn hot.
Mr. gob for his squab,
A marine for his queen,
A g.i. for his cutie-pie is not.
Oh its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot,
Its too darn hot!
I gotta get the heat down,
Gotta get the heat down.
song performed by by Erasure
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A catcher must want to catch. He must make up his mind that it isn't the terrible job it is painted, and that he isn't going to say every day, 'Why, oh why with so many other positions in baseball did I take up this one.'
quote by Bill Dickey
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In baseball, I was a pitcher, which I hated because there was no action there.
quote by Bo Jackson
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The Sleeper
If you’re ever in Chicago, , and you have some extra time, .
There’s a baseball legend buried there, a sleeper of a kind.
He won’t help you win at fantasy. It was long ago he played
For forty years or more he has been waiting in his grave.
John Donaldson was a Monarch on the Kansas City team,
perhaps the greatest pitcher ever in the Negro League.
His fastball was like Feller’s when Bob was in his prime
He had a Curve like Mathewson’s, a Giant of his time.
He is buried among teammates who never made the Show
A three hundred game winner that true fans ought to know.
In little towns and hamlets he won renown and fame
He never made the majors, they were then a white man’s game.
His victories and strikeouts have been obscured by time.
He was born a bit too early to ever break the color line.
He was working toting mailbags on his final fatal day
When, like his famous slider, he would break down and fade away.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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In the White House, you can be on the pitcher's mound or you can be in the catcher's position. Put points on the board. Show people you can govern. Deliver on what you said you were going to deliver on.
quote by Rahm Emanuel
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Baseball and Writing
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
or what you will do;
generating excitement--
a fever in the victim--
pitcher, catcher, fielder, batter.
Victim in what category?
Owlman watching from the press box?
To whom does it apply?
Who is excited?Might it be I?
It's a pitcher's battle all the way--a duel--
a catcher's, as, with cruel
puma paw, Elston Howard lumbers lightly
back to plate.(His spring
de-winged a bat swing.)
They have that killer instinct;
yet Elston--whose catching
arm has hurt them all with the bat--
when questioned, says, unenviously,
"I'm very satisfied.We won."
Shorn of the batting crown, says, "We";
robbed by a technicality.
When three players on a side play three positions
and modify conditions,
the massive run need not be everything.
"Going, going . . . "Is
it?Roger Maris
has it, running fast.You will
never see a finer catch.Well . . .
"Mickey, leaping like the devil"--why
gild it, although deer sounds better--
snares what was speeding towards its treetop nest,
one-handing the souvenir-to-be
meant to be caught by you or me.
Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral;
he could handle any missile.
He is no feather."Strike! . . . Strike two!"
Fouled back.A blur.
It's gone.You would infer
that the bat had eyes.
He put the wood to that one.
Praised, Skowron says, "Thanks, Mel.
I think I helped a little bit."
All business, each, and modesty.
Blanchard, Richardson, Kubek, Boyer.
In that galaxy of nine, say which
won the pennant?Each.It was he.
Those two magnificent saves from the knee-throws
by Boyer, finesses in twos--
like Whitey's three kinds of pitch and pre-
diagnosis
with pick-off psychosis.
Pitching is a large subject.
Your arm, too true at first, can learn to
catch your corners--even trouble
Mickey Mantle.("Grazed a Yankee!
My baby pitcher, Montejo!"
With some pedagogy,
you'll be tough, premature prodigy.)
They crowd him and curve him and aim for the knees.Trying
indeed!The secret implying:
"I can stand here, bat held steady."
One may suit him;
none has hit him.
Imponderables smite him.
Muscle kinks, infections, spike wounds
require food, rest, respite from ruffians.(Drat it!
Celebrity costs privacy!)
Cow's milk, "tiger's milk," soy milk, carrot juice,
brewer's yeast (high-potency--
concentrates presage victory
sped by Luis Arroyo, Hector Lopez--
deadly in a pinch.And "Yes,
it's work; I want you to bear down,
but enjoy it
while you're doing it."
Mr. Houk and Mr. Sain,
if you have a rummage sale,
don't sell Roland Sheldon or Tom Tresh.
Studded with stars in belt and crown,
the Stadium is an adastrium.
O flashing Orion,
your stars are muscled like the lion.
poem by Marianne Moore
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The pitcher goes so often to the well, that it leaves its handle or its mouth.
The pitcher that goes often to the well leaves either its handle or its spout there.
The pitcher that goes often to the fountain leaves there either its handle or its spout.
That Darn Old Cat-Where Be He At? ...
I privy this-I privy that...
To sense the where abouts of that darned old cat.
That darned old cat that bats at bugs in the window sill...
Lays all day and catches rays and plays.
The sun bathe's that darned old cat...
Does he really care of where he's at?
That darn old cat knows he's cute...
He'll one day be a star-That awesome brute.
I shake and dangle a string in front of his inattentive and
unflexing stupor's face....
He finally jumps and pounces as if with a timed clock he is paced
in a race.
That darned old cat...
Does he know of where he is or even where be at?
That darn old cat does not know where he be...
To him-Everything is handed on a golden platter.
Does to him does it really matter? ...
No matter, no matter how far in life he'll go.
For the unobservance of that darn old cat-
He'll never do or show, since he be so awesomely fat.
He is fat...
That darn old cat.
He does not know that he is not a dog...
But that he be a cat-That darn old cat.
poem by by unknown author
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Dream-catcher
Dream-catcher, dream-catcher catch me a dream,
Send it from the stars down on a moonbeam,
Weave it like gold gossamer.
Fill it with images, heavenly, bright,
To keep me contented all through the night,
Let it be a heart-warmer.
Let this world’s sorrows dissolve in a dream,
That no one should wake in cold sweat… and scream;
End terror and tyranny.
Let the world live in peace; no more blood shed,
Let starving millions be fully fed,
In freedom and harmony.
Dream-catcher, dream-catcher, where is my dream?
Is there some mercy in a "higher scheme",
A green meadow for a rest?
Or are we doomed in mayhem and bloodlust,
Where the wicked wins, no peace for the just…
Is this world merely a jest?
poem by Peter J. Oszmann (2006)
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Whether the pitcher strike the stone or the stone the pitcher, the pitcher suffers.
Going back down to the minors is the toughest thing to handle in baseball.
quote by Gaylord Perry
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